Nap Nap

Another quick one, needs work...


Nap Nap

Some days I think,
And those are always
The worst days.
Life; the sigh
Hanging from
My slack jaw,
Dribbling myself into
A pillow, hoping
I make a good pool.
Waking up wet,
Mid-day sun shines
Through the curtains
And the grass outside
Sobs when I ruffle
Its hair with my hand.
Supermarket top-shop
Big-cat bureaucrat,
Kicks his shoes across
The room, socks
On desk, pen
In mouth, draining
The ink into his
Pillow at night;
Waking up wet.


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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 21st May 2011 21:29

It may still be rough, but it has latent power. The third stanza is puzzling. Any chance of an explanation - which I ask of anyone very rarely. the last two stanzas are really good.

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